POETRY

Silver - How Many Years of Beauty Are Left for Me?

Many, my love, soooooo many…

What if I go silver and my hands wrinkle
even at my wrists? Can you still hold me?

Can you celebrate my moments of intense loving
and living as if nothing else mattered on earth?

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Writing from your heart and sharing the unconditional, divine love that exists within waiting to be shown. We are ONE collective, ONE humanity, ONE love

POETRY

Silver - How Many Years of Beauty Are Left for Me?

Many, my love, soooooo many…

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